MTL - She Came To My Concert-Chapter 27

late at night.

There are many houses hidden in the night, and only a few scattered houses have their lights on.

Although Ling Siyuan's bedroom is at the innermost part of the room, the movement of Ling Xingyan opening the door is still very small.

He was afraid of disturbing his son's sleep, but also thought that if the brat was still awake, he would catch him right away.

After entering the door, I found that the whole house was silent and the living room was completely dark, so I was relieved.

He walked lightly across the corridor, pushed open the bedroom door, saw that Ling Siyuan was sleeping soundly, and sat quietly aside for a while.

Then I came out and went to bed after I was going to eat something.

Unexpectedly, when he returned to the living room, a gust of cold wind blew, making him shiver.

This Aunt Xiao is really true, she actually opened the balcony door wide on such a cold day.

He hurried to the balcony.

When I passed the sofa, I heard the rustling sound of turning over.

When I looked down, I realized that there was another person lying on the sofa.

Even Ling Xingyan, who was in his thirties, was taken aback by this scene. After patting his chest, he realized who was on the sofa.

He bent down and asked in a low voice, "Why are you sleeping here?"

The person on the couch didn't respond.

Ling Xingyan moved closer, smelled the smell of alcohol, and muttered: "Oh, this is so good..."

He understood Ling Chen's living habits, and knew that he would not even touch spicy food.

In the two years since his debut, he was often taken by his boss to various dinner parties, but he never got drunk like this.

I don't know if I'm in a good mood today or too bad.

Ling Xingyan didn't talk to the drunk anymore, took off his coat, and planned to take him to the bedroom.

As soon as he leaned over and raised Ling Chen's hand, he heard a "clang".

A mobile phone slipped to the ground.

Ling Xing didn't care about it, thinking about getting Ling Chen to the bed first.

However, at this moment, a female voice suddenly sounded in the quiet living room.

— "Hello? Is that Mr. Ling Xingyan? Are you back?"

Xingyan was startled again by this weird voice, looked around, and heard another "Hello?" before realizing where the voice came from.

He bent down to pick up Ling Chen's cell phone, looked at the screen, and suddenly smiled silently.

"Well, it's me. Teacher Zhu hasn't slept yet?"

"It's good that you come back."

On the phone, Zhu Wenshu's voice was a little tired, "Ling Chen suddenly fell silent just now, and I was worried that something happened."

"It's okay, he's just asleep."

Ling Xingyan glanced at the man who was sleeping soundly beside him, "He's at home, I just came back."

"Okay, just be safe."

Zhu Wenshu said, "Then I'll hang up first?"

"Hey!"

Ling Xingyan sighed heavily, "It's really troublesome for you, the big and small of my family don't worry about it, and you worry about it so late."

"You're welcome."

He said so, but Zhu Wenshu also sighed, "We are teachers, we are used to it."

After hanging up the phone.

Ling Xingyan tilted his head to look at the screen, and saw the call records showed that it lasted thirty-seven minutes.

He glanced at the person sleeping on the sofa again.

The breath is long and steady, and the face looks relaxed. If you observe carefully under the moonlight, you can also find a slight curvature at the corner of his mouth.

Ling Xingyan put the phone aside and dragged him to the room with difficulty.

"Tsk, light can have sweet dreams."

At noon the next day, Ling Chen woke up and found that his whole body was aching, as if he had been beaten up.

The wine last night was good, so I wouldn't have this kind of drunk reaction, but I just don't know if I did something stupid.

He went to the bathroom to wash his face with cold water, brushed his teeth, and started looking for his phone everywhere.

Ling Xingyan was eating lunch at the dining table, when he saw Ling Chen wearing a loose sweater, walking around the living room, he gave a "tsk" sound and pointed.

"In the drawer."

Afraid that Ling Siyuan would grab a cell phone in the morning and start messing around, so last night Ling Xingyan put it in the coffee table drawer for him.

When Ling Chen heard this, he just let out an "oh".

Ling Xing said, "Come over and have something to eat first."

Ling Chen said "Okay", but when he found the phone, he found that it was out of battery and turned it off, so he sat on the sofa and pulled the charging cable aside.

When the phone was turned on, he turned his head and asked Ling Xingyan: "When did you come back last night?"

"I?"

Ling Xingyan smiled and went to get food, "Of course I came back when I should be back."

Seeing his reaction, Chen frowned.

After turning it on, I opened WeChat and looked at it, and my brows were furrowed even tighter.

[c]: Did you call me last night?

After a while.

[Mr. Zhu]: Look carefully.

[Mr. Zhu]: You called me.

Ling Chen pursed his lips, feeling something.

Looking sideways, Ling Xingyan was indeed sneaking glances at him.

"What are you looking at?"

"nothing."

Ling Xingyan didn't panic at all, "See if you're sober."

Ling Chen: "I'm very sober."

After speaking, he looked down at his phone again.

【c】: I drank too much last night.

[Mr. Zhu]: I know.

Ling Chen: "..."

[c]: I didn't say anything nonsense last night, did I?

This time I wish Wenshu not reply in seconds.

The name of the note at the top becomes "the other party is typing".

This state lasted for a long time, so long that Ling Chen couldn't sit still, and she finally sent three words.

[Mr. Zhu]: Nothing.

Ling Chen: "..."

He really hoped that Zhu Wenshu would send a short essay, accusing him of harassing people by making crazy phone calls after drinking.

But it is such three words that are trying to cover up, which makes people think about it.

He didn't ask any more questions, he just wanted to go to the bathroom and take a cold shower.

When Ling Chen passed the restaurant, Ling Xing said that the food was delicious, but the taste was a little heavy. He raised his hand to grab the kettle next to him, intending to drink a glass of warm water.

As soon as it was poured, the cup was taken away.

Ling Chen drank the warm boiled water in one gulp, frowned and said, "You don't have to send wine in the future."

Ling Xingyan laughed: "Hey, it's my fault that I don't drink well?"

It may be because of the drunkenness that night that Chen couldn't figure out what he had done, so he has been extraordinarily quiet these days.

It's time to work, it's time to rest, no running around at all.

Ling Xingyan was relieved to be happy, but also a little worried.

Don't let such a small matter stop Ling Chen from now on, right?

But it was hard for him to ask what happened that day to keep him honest for so long.

That night, Ling Chen returned later than Ling Xingyan.

In fact, although he has suspended Ling Chen's business activities recently, he is not completely idle.

The production of the new album is not in a hurry, but this year's Christmas concert is just around the corner. Ling Chen has never been a hands-off shopkeeper. He will work with the concert director every time to implement every detail.

Today, it is estimated that he was studying the problem of stage beauty, and when Ling Chen came back, he looked tired.

"did you eat?"

Ling Xingyan was rarely free, so he was watching TV in the living room, and asked casually, "If you haven't eaten, ask Aunt Xiao to make you some food."

"ate."

Ling Chen took off his coat and threw it aside, "I'm going to sleep."

"Oh."

Ling Xingyan responded, and reached out to grab a handful of peanuts.

"dad!"

Ling Siyuan finished his homework today and went downstairs to play with the children. Now when he came home, he found Ling Xingyan was at home. He was very excited, "Are you back?"

"Well, Dad just came back."

Ling Xingyan waved at him, "Are you hungry? Do you want to eat peanuts?"

Ling Siyuan ran past Ling Chen like a gust of wind, threw herself on the sofa, and lay on Ling Xingyan's lap with her **** pouted.

"I thought you wouldn't come back these few days. We have a parent-child sports meeting in the second grade on Friday. Do you want to come?"

"Friday?"

Ling Xingyan stared at the TV, frowned, and murmured, "Oh...you, Teacher Zhu, sent me a message two days ago."

He still wanted to say something, but he saw Ling Chen who said he was going to sleep standing next to the water dispenser pouring water.

Ling Xingyan looked at his back and said, "Friday... Dad is so busy... Oh... really busy."

Ling Siyuan said aggrievedly: "Then what should I do? Everyone has a father with them..."

The water glass was just half full, Ling Chen pressed the stop button, and slowly walked over with the glass.

"But no matter how busy Dad is, he will definitely find time to accompany you to the sports meeting."

Ling Chen turned around and left.

"Really!"

Siyuan was so happy that he almost fell off the sofa, "Then can you make me a cheering card? I have big brothers and big sisters in the sixth grade!"

"Can."

Ling Xing said, "I'll make you the most handsome and coolest."

"Yes yes yes!"

Ling Siyuan said again, "Then can you make one for Teacher Zhu? Teacher Zhu will also participate in the competition."

Ling Chen came back with a water glass.

Ling Xingyan glanced at him from the corner of his eye, and asked, "Yes, I can make the most handsome and coolest one for Teacher Zhu."

Ling Siyuan got excited, and whispered to Ling Xingyan what kind of refueling card he wanted, and his name must be written on it, and he made a lot of demands.

"Okay, okay, okay, whatever."

Ten minutes passed, Ling Xingyan turned his head and saw that Ling Chen was still standing there.

Drinking three or four **** glasses of water doesn't bother my stomach.

"Oh, but Yuan Yuan, you want Dad to bring so many things, what should Dad do if he can't handle them with both hands? Why don't we call someone else."

After finishing speaking, Ling Xingyan turned to look at Ling Chen.

"?"

Ling Chen was stunned for two seconds, "Shall I carry your bag?"

It's written all over my face that it's a loss for me to do this kind of thing, can you say it?

"Can't you?"

Ling Xingyan pouted, "Then I'll find someone else."

"…never mind."

Ling Chen put down his glass, "It's not impossible, after all, I'm also the parent of a child."

But Ling Siyuan blinked his eyes, "Is it possible? There will be a lot of people in the sports meeting, and they will take pictures with their cameras."

He would like to have more people in his cheering group, but that's his uncle! Always be careful when going out.

"What's wrong with taking pictures?"

Ling Xingyan said, "What's the matter with cheering for my nephew? He will have his own child in the future, so why not participate in his child's parent-child sports meeting for the rest of his life?"

Then he added in a dragged tone, "Your uncle doesn't do anything wrong, and he's not afraid of being seen, right?"

Ling Siyuan nodded ignorantly.

Ling Xingyan turned his head and asked again: "Then we have agreed on this?"

"talk later."

Ling Chen picked up the water glass again, "I don't necessarily have time either."

"?"

Are you still on the scoreboard?

Ling Xing said: "Forget it."

"…I try my best."

"It's okay, you don't have to force it." Ling Xingyan said, "I can find someone else, I think Manman or..."

"Forget it, other people don't know your son well." Ling Chen interrupted him expressionlessly, "I should have time."

Friday was cloudy.

It is bad weather for those who go out to play, but for the parents who are going to participate in the sports meeting today, they can't wait for it.

You don't need to be exposed to the sun, and you don't have to worry about heat stroke.

At two o'clock in the afternoon, the school became lively.

Zhu Wenshu borrowed Zhu Qisen's physical education teacher's locker room and came out in a set of sportswear.

Seeing her coming out, Zhu Qisen glanced at her clothes without saying a word.

"Your tracksuit is too old, isn't it?"

It's quite old, I bought it in high school.

Ever since he was a child, Zhu Wenshu hated sports the most.

When I was studying, I held a sports meeting before, and I never saw her play, and the graduation physical examination killed her even more.

And she didn't grow much after high school, and she only wore this suit a few times, so it's a pity to lose it.

On occasions like today, it would come in handy, and save her from wasting money to buy another set.

It's just that Zhu Wenshu didn't want to understand why he couldn't escape the doom of the sports meeting after graduation and work.

"It's convenient."

Zhu Wenshu tugged on his sleeves and found that it was still a little short.

"No, this style of yours..." Zhu Qisen tried his best to hold back his smile, not wanting to say the word "earth", "Why don't you go get a new set of sportswear from our office, even though it's a uniform, it's much better looking than your style gone."

"Too lazy to bother."

Zhu Wenshu straightened his clothes and walked outside, "You can just mess around."

The office building was facing the school gate. At this moment, the students had gathered with their parents, and the mighty crowd was walking towards the playground.

Zhu Wenshu went downstairs in no hurry, and leaned on the railing of the corridor to see what was going on in his class.

"exactly."

Zhu Qisen didn't insist either, and said next to her, "People wear clothes, not clothes wear people. Teacher Zhu, what doesn't look good in what you wear?"

Zhu Wenshu didn't answer, but he agreed with Zhu Qisen's statement in his heart.

And when she looked around, those parents who were dressed in gaudy clothes didn't look very good-looking—

Eh?

Zhu Wenshu blinked suddenly.

Because it is a sports meeting, the parents all came in sportswear, and they looked colorful in the blink of an eye.

Therefore, in the crowd, a man in black clothes and black pants, carrying a **** bag, black hat, black sunglasses and a black mask stood out.

And a little familiar.

As people walked inside, Zhu Wenshu looked more and more familiar.

After silently watching for a few moments, Zhu Wenshu withdrew his gaze, pondered for a moment, and suddenly said, "Zhu Qisen, where are the new sportswear in your office? Lend me to wear them."